Poets' Palace
by Dorothy Johnston, Ivor Steven, Celeste Blundell-Camden, Phoebe Hancox, Jo Curtain Easter at Waralilly by Dorothy Johnston I write this in anticipation of the guns, the echoing of gunfire off the houses. The reeds around the swamp do not so much give back an echo as bear witness to
Phoebe Hancox
by Phoebe Hancox People assumed that when the rapture happened They would be responsible. That the world revolved around them And that they were the only ones that faced judgment They assumed that dogs, birds, and horses were clueless, Didn’t worship a higher power, Maybe even worshipped them, their
Phoebe Hancox
by Phoebe Hancox Previous episode I woke having forgotten the events of the past 24 hours. ‘You awake yet?’ My eyes shot open, and panic set in. It had not been a dream, but rather an ongoing nightmare Though it occurred to me That I did not know the names
stories
by Mel King It’s mid-morning on a temperate autumn day in 2020, during the early stages of Victoria’s first COVID-19 lockdown. I’m sitting in my home in North Geelong, the walls closing in around me. My next-door neighbour and his mates drink, build things
Phoebe Hancox
A Serial Poem by Phoebe Hancox Imagine my utter surprise When my dinner began talking to me. ‘Oi Miss!’ it shouted With a thick bogan accent. Talking sardines Were not on my bingo card this year. Though there I was, barefoot in the kitchen, Wondering if I was crazy. ‘Sorry
Geelong Cereal Community
The Geelong Cereal Community's response to our call-out for microfiction has been wonderful. Our heartfelt gratitude and congratulations to everyone who contributed to the premiere edition of Microfiction Mondays. Please enjoy this diverse and memorable collection of shadow- filled reflections, poignant prose, humour, and clever word play.